[Giorno isn't entirely wrong, but Maya doesn't have the awareness to concede that. She doesn't think she sees him in that way, and the confusion becomes evident in the way she squints and furrows her brow.]

No... I mean, I don't think you want to hurt me, either. I don't think you could. Not— because you're not strong.

[Maya looks down at her feet with wide eyes; perhaps she hadn't even considered the physical implications.]

Actually, I might still be in a lot of trouble if you wanted to beat me up... But I don't think you do!

[She holds up her hands, defensive, quick.]

It's just—

There's nothing you could say that...

I'll answer what you need me to answer. Even if it hurts.

As long as what you leave with is the truth.